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otomeluvr · 2 years

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WHEN YOU'RE INTERESTED IN SOMEONE ELSE.

FANDOM. piofiore no banshou INCLUDES. dante, gil, nicola, orlok, yang + secret route GENRE. mild angst WARNINGS. spoilers for piofiore secret route, personal interp of characters, mentions of disease and cancer NOTES. first piece of writing on the internet and it's not proofread lol. criticism and feedback welcome. reader is gn. MINORS DNI.

DANTE FALZONE

he resigns himself to immutable culpability, unable to be eroded by the shifting sands of time. his thoughts are consumed by all his missteps, how he should've proceeded when reconciling his feelings for you. dante assumes full responsibility for his inaction, though he's unwilling to explore the nuance of your feelings for someone else— was it truly a matter of words unsaid or was he never a contender altogether? this must be fate, and he believes in its permanence. just as you can never love him, he will never love again. he did this to himself, and so, he must accept the consequences. dante walks a tightrope of detachment... or so he would like to believe. in actuality, the only rope between the two of you is the one you've unknowingly fashioned into a marionette string. he's a helpless puppet, still manipulated by you. while dante denies his interest in you, he's still swayed by each and every of your decisions, miraculously and devotedly showing up whenever you need him. dedicated to you even as you pledge yourself to another. it's sinful for a man of god to idolize another, yet dante worships you as he always has, words of dissent empty.

the scant hours of sleep that he's allotted are spent committing you to memory. he's fearful of your commitment to another, how it could cause a rift between you and him, and that you will be fated to the hollow existence of a memory. dante tosses beneath sheets, each woven fabric burdening his mind, the stitching scratching at him as if the ask the grating question: were his tracks covered?

it was dante's personal mission to ensure that there was no confusion about his feelings towards you, that he had never once thought of the union of the two of you. he would politely soak up whatever information you cared to share about the object of your affection, only to wring it out with despair in private, oscillating between a never ending cycle of why isn't that me? and it's my fault it ended up this way. the only place things are as they once were are in his dreams, but his reality was far too soul crushing to inspire any fantasies.

GILBERT REDFORD

there's no honor in suffering in silence. he resists allowing this development to spiral the three of you into melodrama, refusing to sensationalize his descent into despondency. instead, gil embodies a chivalrous mindsent, asserting that this is certainly a matter of the best man winning. he's not a man to adopt a fatalistic approach to the relationship between the two of you. rather, gil demonstrates his attributes fairly, broadcasts his affections valiantly. never once does he make it about the person you're interested, as all gil's efforts are reserved to build the two of you up rather than tear down whomever has captured your heart. there is somewhat of a high to indulge in during this battle, though gil would resent to have it reduced to some game. he takes the two of you seriously, and if in the end he cannot measure to your standards, gil loses with grace. that's not to say it wouldn't tear him up, but your happiness takes precedent. what kind of man would he be otherwise?

"i'll tell you every chance you give me," gil purred. his lithe fingers encircled your wrist as you turned from him, and he exacted the perfect amount of grace in twirling you back into his chest. your eyesight became an onslaught of pinstripes, mind eased by that warm carmalized scent. "there's nothing i want more than you." slowly, gil's hands found their way to your waist, and when they found no resistence, they continued to traverse. "how shall i prove it today?" it was then that his fingers kneaded the back of your thighs, sinking in and hoisting you into his arms. with your legs secure around his midsection, a cheeky grin blossomed across gil's face. "like i said, i'll tell you how much i want for you at every turn... but what does it really mean if i don't back it up with actions?"

NICOLA FRANCESCA

his yearning for you is suspended in the frozen lake in the cavernous final depth of hell. never would nicola francesca betray such a sentiment before your very eyes. of course, he's liable to tease you when you begin to stray too far outside his reach. nicola has watched you fawn over another for quite some time, and as the days become weeks and the weeks become months, he percolates over the thought of pulling the rug out from beneath the object of your affection. the musing drips through the cracks of his better judgement like some form of torture, and he ultimately capitulates to the need to actualize his attachment to you in the form of sinking his fangs into the one that caught your eye. whatever deeper feelings nicola allows to remain unsaid between the two of you, he allows himself to take out on others, all the while causing whiplash to you. it's an intense game of hot and cold until he intimidates your darling into abandoning whatever was coming to fruition between you. with the satisfaction of your liberation set before him, nicola finally raises his glass to toast his feast: you.

"where's that little bird that used to hang around you?" his voice remained even, unassuming as the two of you fell into simultaneous step. with practiced fluidity, nicola eased the bag you were carrying to his own arms, playing up the angle of nobility he was perceived to harbor. "that's a shame." nicola whistled upon hearing that things were left unresolved between you and them. just for a moment, he allowed his veneer to evanesce and the ghost of malice manifested on his face in the shape of a smile. nicola had made short work of your darling, subtly bullying them into giving you the cold shoulder. never would he so flagrantly threaten the life of an innocent party, but he would not take responsibility for their fears coming to such a conclusion. "what do you say to a cafe au lait to make up for it? it'll be my treat." nicola sank into the shared routine you two shared. he had felt a progressive sense of urgency to rid the obstacle between the two of you, though now that it was eliminated, why not resume that teasing speed until his resolve was finally broken?

ORLOK

he's hyperaware of you, yet lacks the literacy to read your feelings on that person you're always eyeing. orlok just knows it's different. he knows that he's not reflected in your eyes in such a tender manner. what begins with a hunch actualizes before his very eyes. much like dante, orlok is met with the proclamation of your love; however, it's not for him. he's not equipped to process this unrelenting sensation of loss, as he had failed to discern the bleeding gradations of his feelings for you. it stunts his ability to articulate his confusion, and orlok's days are tainted by apprehension. never once does his presence waver, but he finds himself second guessing what it means to do all these things for you when you defer to someone else first now. you rely on him less. is this him fading into irrelevancy? in desperation, orlok seeks the guidance of gil. clarity. that's all he needs. even if it meant his worst fears were unraveling before him.

he observes your hand clasped into another's, mulling over gil's words. it was an unintentional bout of a day late and a dollar short, which he was told implies that there is a lack of time and care put into something. apparently it was no fault of his own, mostly whatever knowledge he lacked. the corner of orlok's lips twitched in latent frustration. he was beginning to feel less of your equal and far more inferior as he obsessed over gil's words. this was inadequacy. and now you knew. you also understood orlok as inadequate. he was too young, too unsocialized, too unaware. the insecurity festered within him like some disease to which he was helpless in finding a cure for. whatever experience orlok required, he only desired to acquired from your active tutelage. instead, he would have to assume the rather passive teachings of gil, gradually learning to sort out the deeper feelings he had for you. orlok was willing to see this through, from a spark to a blaze and, if it so happened, to a snuffed flame. even if it weighed heavy on the two of you, orlok couldn't withstand the unknown. when the two of you were alone, he childishly questioned you: "what do you see me as? a younger brother?" fearing that he would never be a man in your eyes.

YANG

you were just as temporary as all things in life. nothing other than a fleeting pleasure, an ephemeral euphoria. while he mostly regards you with his usual disinterest, there are seemingly random, unprompted outbursts of his chagrin for being left in the dust. yang was possessive. to him, every union was a flag of fealty swaying in the wind, and he expected you to yield to his calling, declaring loyalties when he demanded them. now there were no longer any rendezvous to speak of between the two of you, and he was beginning to resent that perhaps it wasn't you that was a temporary fixture in his life but rather himself a temporary fixture in yours. what complex feelings for someone who wanted to entertain none of it. the thought of you was beginning to metastasize like a cancer. he blames you when he's angry, he disregards you when he can rely on someone else to fill the void in the shape of desire. he knows the mere sight of him lingering around you will scare away your new toy, and so he seeks to spoil all your fun.

"watch them run with their tail between legs." tendrils of smoke unfurled behind your head, distorting the retreating back of your darling. a haze of yang's smoke clouded your vision, though it was whisked away by him emerging into your direct line of sight. "what feeble provocation..." yang drawled, jaw tightening. "you're going to have a lot of making up to do for all this running around you've been doing." yang's hand grasped at the back of your neck, roughly canting your head so you could both make uninhibited eye contact. "it's rather annoying when my possessions grow legs that run with their thoughts. you're not just anyone, you're mine." his face was fearsome, twisted cruelly, before it conjured up images of bloodlust. "don't mistake this for some petty competition... i'll thoroughly dispose of anyone that thinks it is."

SECRET ROUTE

he's much older, and often the adage is with age comes wisdom... though the latter half and often unfinished sentiment is that "sometimes age comes alone." was he a wise man... henri wasn't quite sure anymore. wise men didn't foolishly concoct banal, asinine fantasies that hinged on the flighty young things, ones with brighter futures that expanded far outside his scope of possibility. henri was a man wasted, a man with one purpose, and he usually knew better than to let himself get so distracted. he went weeks without popping back into your life, and he was beginning to question if this lunacy was layered. henri was punishing himself to getting enamored, and he was punishing himself for noticing that in the lapse between being in your life that you had found stability elsewhere. he was tormented by this— whatever this was. henri finds himself keeping tabs on your darling, and he makes his disdain known when he digs up the rather unsavory parts of their life. while he agonizes over dedicating himself to you, he disapproves of whatever you have without so much as offering any solutions. henri is passively driving a wedge between you and them, inciting fear in your mind in hopes that you will decide the choice he's implying is the right one: him.

"you have to make the choice," henri urges. his voice is that usual melancholy drone despite his words phrased as a plea. never mind that he often thought ill of his fascination with you, and never mind that that one virtuous part of him couldn't demand that you picked him. he was contradicting himself at every turn, driven to his wit's end, and yet, you were there at every bend in his meandering thoughts. "i..." henri sighed, running his hand through your hair. he wasn't sure what to say. he'd given you all the details. he just hoped you made the right choice in the end in spite of himself. "it's all about what you want." the way he phrased it was like you wanted something bad, though henri wasn't sure if he was the bad thing or your darling was, even as he campaigned against them.

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your-1up-girl · 2 years

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Neither Did I (Nicola Francesca x Fem!Reader)

Happy birthday to my love @sammilimyy I wanted to make something for you again this year so I figured I'd do alittle something something for your best Italian boi. I hope you like it Sam! You are so special to me and I am always greatful to have you in my life! I love you so much my love!

Word count: 3748

Warnings: Angst with fluff, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of WWI, probably incorrect historical facts? it's been a while, maybe OOC Nicola? (I broke him tbh), may have romanticized the Mafia (honestly the Mafia talk is so little that this warning may be unnecessary) so please understand that this is a work of FICTION and not meant to be taken seriously, the Mafia irl is messed up sooooo yeah, semi-edited, no beta we die like men or whatever

Ever since you were little, your mother used to tease you about how, “Nicola Francessca was going to marry you.” Obviously, being a child you had no idea how she would come to that conclusion. To you, Nicola was the person you could rely on. As a child he was there when you were upset for whatever reason. He was your guardian angel through it all. There were many nights you could remember of just spending time on one of the old rooftops in town and gaze into the brilliant sky together. You saw him and his family as part of your own and they welcomed you with open arms. Well, at least Dante and Gullia did. Nicola saw them as the most important people in his life at the time so only saw their introductions and approval as necessary. Your childhood with him was one that was constantly filled with laughter. There wasn’t a moment when you were not with him.

Time passed; both of you grew and, of course, so did your feelings. While Dante continued to have that baby brother charm you loved to tease him about, Nicola, you began to see in a different light. Your smile changed when you were with him, the way his hand felt in yours felt different, and the sound of your name falling from his lips became more and more special. Nicola too changed. Long gone was the scrawny boy you would playfully make fun of. Now, he has somehow grown into an attractive young man. And somehow, said man seemed to know this effect he had on you. Many times during your teens he would jest and tease about how you always looked away when he smiled at you. Or how you got tongue tied when he tossed any sort of praise your way.

It was embarrassing really how flustered you got around him. In your mind, it was only a one way feeling, but Nicola felt the same way. Your eyes grew bright when he showed you a part of town you didn’t know, or when he brought you sweets and coffee out of the blue just to see your excitement at what new dulce he has brought you today. Everything you did seemed to strike him through the heart. Time and time again, he was resorted to putty in his hands at your voice and any type of request you gave him.

“Nicola, can we go to the garden today?”

“I know you’re busy but, do you think we can get more treats from the bakery?”

“Won’t you come in? Mia Mamma made enough dinner to feed five of us.”

How could he resist you? You who looked at him like he was your world. He didn’t realize when it happened but during the moments spent together, a treasured calm from the storm of the Mafia life, he had fallen for you. You made him want to be a better man. Nicola craved for your touch. Any opportunity he could get to hold your hand was a gift he didn’t want to let go of. Leaning on your shoulder while you sat, holding you close to him when it got cold and you forgot to bring a shall, laying his head on your lap. It was all the soft, innocent touch that he wanted. He couldn't go too far however, all of them must remain–friendly? Yes, friendly. Two young teenagers who found comfort in each other. Nothing more, nothing less. But what if he wanted it to be more?

“Hey, Nicola?” It was late in the afternoon. You both decided to walk around the town even if Nicola’s father wanted him home but he never listened to what that bastard had to say. Nicola held your hand as you strolled down the cobblestone streets taking in the setting sun and soon blooming night-life the town had to offer.

“Yes Darling?” The pet name he honored you with always caused you to shy away. It was subtle this time, but Nicola saw the way you smiled at the ground and felt the way you squeezed his hand a bit more lovingly.

“Nicola,” Composing yourself, you began again. “What am I to you?” It was an unexpected question and caused him to just barely falter in the pase he set with you but luckily you didn’t notice the slip.

“What are you to me?”

“Yes.” The young girl gazed up at him with brilliant eyes full of adoration.

Damn it, she’s going to bring me to an early grave.

“You are very special to me my dear. I always look forward to the time we get to spend together.” Then he stopped, turned you to face him, and brought your mouth to his lips. He gave you nothing more than a chaste kiss but somehow, you felt like it was enough for the time being. “There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.” Amore mio, he wanted to add that. How desperately he wanted to add those two small words to fortify this relationship with you. But he couldn’t. He was only 17 and you 16, there was that small chance, that small seed of doubt that, once it takes root, is sometimes impossible to remove. So he remained in this space with you. Mutual pining that neither of you were ready to confront.

And you were both happy. Soon, when the time was right, you both would express your mutual feelings for each other and from there you would live a long, happy life with him. Oh how silly you were.

In 1914, an announcement was made, one that many knew was coming. The Kingdom of Italy had officially joined the war. Any young man at the age of 18, would be drafted to fight alongside the Central Powers. And of course Nicola Francessca was one of those chosen men.

It was depressing really, the only ones who saw him off were you, Dante, and Gullia. Dante, of course, held it together better than Gullia did, she practically saw Nicola as her own son. Both of them said their heartfelt goodbyes and they gave you a moment with him.

“H-”

“You shouldn’t have to go.” You spoke with a strain in your voice and refused to meet his sapphire eyes. Nicola saw as spots of the ground got darker from your falling tears. “But you’re leaving, for who knows how long, and-and I-” You broke the sentence and raised the back of your hand to your hidden face.

“Hey-”

“How will I contact you? What if they don’t allow letters? Or what if something happens to you? How will Gullia know? How will Dante? How will-”

“Look at me amore mio.” Nicola’s voice was soft and secure. But the calmness of his tone wasn’t what made you look at him. He’s never called you that before. Nicola wrapped one hand around your head, fingers lacing into your hair, placed his bags on the ground and brought you to his chest. He held you there for who knows how long and the shock on your face must have been a sight to see. “I promise nothing will happen. I guarantee you that I'll only be gone for a few months.” Then he chuckled, the vibrations bringing you some kind of comfort, “Or don’t tell me, you’ve become so attached to the hip that you can survive a few little months without me?” A scoff left your lips. Part of you was upset that he dared tease you at a time like this but a bigger part felt that same comfort you always did. You wrapped your arms around his waist and closed your eyes. You took in the feel of his clothes against your skin. The way his arms felt around you. The scent of the cologne he always wore ever since you bought it for his birthday years ago. But most importantly you listened carefully to his heartbeat.

Thum-bum.

It truly calmed you. Nicola calmed you. You listened to that steady beat as he held you.

“I promise, I’ll come back to you. I told you before, there isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.” His heartbeat didn’t waver. You could trust him.

A sniffle escaped and you buried your face into his uniform. “I’m holding you to that.” A chuckle verberated again in his chest. When the train whistled, you finally broke apart. Nicola wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and picked up his bags. His back turned to you and he walked to the train door entrance, handed the conductor his ticket and that was that.

As you walked back to Gullia and Dante, a dark thought crossed your mind. The thought that that possibly was the last time you’d ever see Nicola again. The tears came again. It was frustrating really. Gullia saw your plight and held you as you both walked. Danted gave you a handkerchief to dry your tears, and you whispered, “There’s still so much I need to tell him. Why didn’t I tell him?” Not knowing what to say, Gullia could only tighten her grip, and Dante held your hand in comfort.

He was a liar Nicola. You knew it was childish but you truly thought that he would only be gone for a few months. A few months had passed and he still wasn’t home. It made you cry even now, as you packed your bags. Burlone had gotten too dangerous with the war. More soldiers had been stationed in town and the government had gotten forceful on many of the residents. You and your Mamma had to leave. She said that you would stay with a family member up north. It was calmer, she claimed. You barely had time to say goodbye to Dante or Gullia. You both made your escape from the town. Two pricey tickets later, you and your Mamma left. You heard her light snores and the clacking of the train filled the ride. As you gazed out the window, the only thing you could think about was how thankful you were to have that last moment with Nicola.

Years passed.

The war was over.

Italy had won? Lost? You didn't care anymore. Your Mamma had somehow found a way to get your old house back. You didn't think that you would see it again. The sights and sounds. It would take a while but eventually you figured things would return to some type of normalcy. It had been nearly four years since you last saw Burlone. Since you last seen Dante, Gullia-

And Nicola.

He never wrote to you. There was a small hope that when you got to your old home there would have been a pile of letters just waiting for you, but now. Just a dirty old house. A few neighbors who stayed helped you clean the place up and after a month it began to feel like you could live normally again. You began going out into town more frequently months later. Saying hello to old friends and visiting those who you could remember. And everytime without fail, you'd walk by the Falzone manor. You also never asked about Nicola. It's been long enough now that he would have come to see you. If you hadn't heard a word from him, you just assumed the worst and allowed your heart time to process it.

A few people told you that the Falzone did okay all things considered. There were a few spots here and there while the Kingdom of Italy was stationed here. But the order they kept or tried to keep was to the best of their ability.

"Oh wait, I remember you!" One bar owner exclaimed that caused nearby patrons to look as well, "You were Nicola Francesca's little girlfriend!"

"Well, yes I guess that's me. But I was never-"

"Look at how grown up you are bella! I'm sure Nicola was happy to see you once he got home."

Your head snapped up, "Nicola? He's-he's home? Alive?"

The bar owner gave a bellowing laugh, seeming unable to understand your shock, "Why of course bella. I think I saw him walking around not too long ago. Went down the street where the cafe is." Last you knew, there wasn't a cafe that way but it's been a while so who knows. You said your thanks, secured the groceries you had, and ran in the direction he pointed.

There just like he said, was a cafe and there sitting outside of it was Nicola. He looked older which was a given but being apart from him truly made your heart grow fonder. You wanted nothing more than to run to him. Finally tell him everything you should have said at the train station. But why didn't he come to you first? Did he even ask around if you were home or where you were? You didn't care.

Steeling your nerves, you approached the table. But as you did, another girl sat across from him. She was beautiful to say the least but that wasn't what stopped. What stopped you was how Nicola stood from his chair to give this girl a kiss on the cheek and hold her hand as they enjoyed their coffee.

What?

You didn't understand it at all. All this time, you thought that he would come home and you both would finally be together. Why, why was your Nicola Francesca flirting with another woman? Your heart dropped and you felt like you suddenly didn't know where you were. Feet remained unmoved as you stood there to witness it all. Only when Nicola laughed did you finally snap out of it. You turned to leave but of course-

"Oh sorry signorina, I didn't- Ah little bambina." That voice and nickname only Marcos ever called you that.

"Hello Marcos, sorry for bumping into you but I have to leave." You made quick work to pick up the things you dropped. People were starting to stare and you wanted to go home.

"Didn't realize you were back. It's good to see you again."

"Same here, look Marcos, if you want to talk later I'm sure mia Mamma would love to have you over. We still live in the same house." Marcos tried to talk to you more but you took your leave. You forced yourself not to look back but you weren't strong enough. With a glance over your shoulder, you saw Nicola stare at your retreating body. Mouth ajar and a mix of shock and something else written on his face.

A day passed, then two, it wasn't until the third day that Nicola showed up at your door. Your mom welcomed him with open arms talking about how handsome he was and how it's been too long. You heard it all from your bedroom upstairs but didn't make an effort to see him. Not until there was a small knock on your door did you move and there he stood. Nicola had on a green button up tucked into his pants. You noticed his eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes were the same but different. It still felt like home when you looked at them but it didn't have that same light you once remembered. He also held a bouquet of pink and blue flowers, ones he knew were your favorite. None of that mattered now however.

"Is there a reason you're at my door, Francesca?"

Ouch, fine, he deserved that one. "I came to see you."

"Yes?" You folded your arms, "Well you've seen me so now you can leave."

He ignored that comment, "I didn't know you were home. I was told that you left town soon after I left. Did you-"

"Why Nicola?" You stopped him before it could go any further. Not wanting to beat around the bush you just cut to the chase, "Why didn't you come see me when I came back?"

"Why didn't you come see me?"

Tears welled up, he had the audacity to throw the question back at you? "I heard nothing from you once you left. I thought you died, Nicola. At the train station, you said you would come back. You said that I was special to you so-so why didn't you-Why did it take you so long?"

He didn't have an answer.

"An-an-and why," Damnit, keep it together. Do not cry in front of him, it's not worth it. "Why were you with that other woman? Is that what you are now? A shameless flirt? There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you. Did those words mean anything to you Nicola? Because they meant the world to me."

It was silent and before you knew it, you had closed the door on him. You thought that was the end. Truly you did. But the next night while your mom went to dinner with Marco, Nicola arrived once again.

"Let me in. Please?"

You sighed and against your better judgment allowed him entry. A shoe box was tucked in his arms. You led him to your room and sat on your bed and him in a chair and waited.

"I want to explain everything to you and then you can decide if you want me to leave, okay?" You nodded with crossed arms. Nicola then took a deep breath before continuing. “Not that this would make you feel any better, or to make myself look better, but I didn’t write to Gullia either. The only person who I wrote to was Dante.” You scoffed, “Just hold on. There was a reason for it.” The grip he had on the box seemed to loosen as he hung his head. “There was nothing to write home about in the trenches. Everyday I would see someone else lose a life out there. I thought that being in the Mafia I'd seen it all but-There were somethings I just couldn’t get over.” He stopped for a moment. By then you had unfolded your arms and softened your demeanor. You reached out to hold his hand and he turned it over to hold it back tightly.

“Oh Nicola. I had no idea.”

“No. You didn’t. But that’s how I wanted it to be. I’m not the same man I was when I left. No man out there ever comes back the same. Sometimes, while we tried to sleep, they would play loud music or make noise to keep us awake. I thought I would lose my mind. When it was all over, when they said we could go home, I didn't feel like I was good for you any more. I didn’t feel like I was the same man you cared for. The same man that you found comfort in died. I’m all that’s left.”

His breath was shaking. All you could do was sit, hold his hand, and listen. You felt useless but you hoped that it brought Nicola some type of comfort.

“I came home. I did my best to continue where I left off. I asked Gullia about you. She said you had moved to a safer place and felt relieved. I didn’t have to face you as I am now. But then you came back. I saw you on the first day you came to the town. Graceful, talking to everyone like you never left, and all smiles. Beautiful, beautiful smiles. You were so happy, I didn’t want to ruin that. I flirted with other women to forget about you but I knew where my heart lied.” Finally, he let go of your hand. Nicola took the shoe box he had and placed it in your lap; it was heavier than you expected. “I remember everything I said to you at that train station.” He gestured for you to open the box. When you did, the tears that welled up began to fall.

They were letters in unopened envelopes all addressed to you. You went through a few in Nicola’s presence and continued to cry. All of them talking about how much he missed you. How much he longed to be by your side again. Your heart felt like it would burst from this overwhelming feeling.

There was a raspiness in your voice, “You-you never sent them.”

“It didn’t feel right. I just needed you to know,” Nicola got up and placed his lips against your cheek. One hand played with your hair and he took a deep breath of your familiar scent. The scent and feel of something he missed for so long. “I never stopped thinking about you.” He kissed your cheek. Then stayed there. In between shaky breaths you said.

“I don’t want you to leave me. Please, not again.” The breath he held was released, he was at ease with his heart and mind. You brought him into a hug and he wasted no time to return it. He laid you back on the bed and you took him into your chest. He found solace in being with you. As he rested, you played with his hair, running your fingers through them as both your breaths steadied. After all this time, you had him here. He wasn’t going anywhere, you were going to make sure of that. Nicola picked up his head and gazed into your eyes. A hand brushed his bangs out of his face so you could get a better look at him. Yes, he was different. He wasn’t the same; but you didn’t care. He was here and he was yours and you his. He cupped your cheek and brought you in for a kiss. The kiss was years in the making as you both secured the relationship. Your lips meshed with one another in imperfect harmony. It was somewhat unconventional but neither cared. You leaned in more to just taste more of him, all of him. It was intoxicating.

When you broke apart, his cheek made a home against your neck as you planted kiss after kiss on his head. Nicola wrapped his arms around you and once again laid with you. Playing with his hair, the tears had stopped and you felt like you could breathe once more. He had softly whispered “I won’t leave you again amore mio.”

You thought back to his words again, “You truly never stopped thinking about me?”

“Not once.”

You smiled and, holding him tighter, responded, “Neither did I."

#i don't always write but when I do #it seems to only be for you lmao #happy birthday sam!!!#i did my best so i hope you like it #nicola francesca x reader #piofiore #piofiore the fated memories #nicola francesca #piofiore fanfiction #piofiore no banshou #piofiore fated memories #nicola x reader #nicola francesca x female reader #nicola francesca fanfiction #otome #my writing

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Neither did I

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“Nicola, can we go to the garden today?”

“I know you’re busy but, do you think we can get more treats from the bakery?”

“Won’t you come in? Mia Mamma made enough dinner to feed five of us.”

“What are you to me?”

“Yes.” The young girl gazed up at him with brilliant eyes full of adoration.

Damn it, she’s going to bring me to an early grave.

And you were both happy. Soon, when the time was right, you both would express your mutual feelings for each other and from there you would live a long, happy life with him. Oh how silly you were.

“H-”

“Hey-”

“How will I contact you? What if they don’t allow letters? Or what if something happens to you? How will Gullia know? How will Dante? How will-”

Thum-bum.

It truly calmed you. Nicola calmed you. You listened to that steady beat as he held you.

“I promise, I’ll come back to you. I told you before, there isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.” His heartbeat didn’t waver. You could trust him.

Years passed.

The war was over.

And Nicola.

"Oh wait, I remember you!" One bar owner exclaimed that caused nearby patrons to look as well, "You were Nicola Francesca's little girlfriend!"

"Well, yes I guess that's me. But I was never-"

"Look at how grown up you are bella! I'm sure Nicola was happy to see you once he got home."

Your head snapped up, "Nicola? He's-he's home? Alive?"

What?

"Oh sorry signorina, I didn't- Ah little bambina." That voice and nickname only Marcos ever called you that.

"Hello Marcos, sorry for bumping into you but I have to leave." You made quick work to pick up the things you dropped. People were starting to stare and you wanted to go home.

"Didn't realize you were back. It's good to see you again."

"Is there a reason you're at my door, Francesca?"

Ouch, fine, he deserved that one. "I came to see you."

"Yes?" You folded your arms, "Well you've seen me so now you can leave."

He ignored that comment, "I didn't know you were home. I was told that you left town soon after I left. Did you-"

"Why Nicola?" You stopped him before it could go any further. Not wanting to beat around the bush you just cut to the chase, "Why didn't you come see me when I came back?"

"Why didn't you come see me?"

He didn't have an answer.

"Let me in. Please?"

You sighed and against your better judgment allowed him entry. A shoe box was tucked in his arms. You led him to your room and sat on your bed and him in a chair and waited.

“Oh Nicola. I had no idea.”

His breath was shaking. All you could do was sit, hold his hand, and listen. You felt useless but you hoped that it brought Nicola some type of comfort.

There was a raspiness in your voice, “You-you never sent them.”

You thought back to his words again, “You truly never stopped thinking about me?”

“Not once.”

You smiled and, holding him tighter, responded, “Neither did I."

#nicola francesca #piofiore #piofiore the fated memories #nicola francesca x reader #nicola francesca x fem reader #my witing #streaming archive #piofiore nicola #piofiore x reader #piofiore fanfiction #otome game #otome fandom #otome fanfiction

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hellcatinnc · 3 months

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Pet Names From Men Of Piofiore(SFW)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, pet names

Feature: x Fem! Reader

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Pet Names you would call them and they would call you

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Dante

For Him To Call You: My Darling, Y/N, Beloved, Dear, Kitten

For You To Call Him: My Love, Darling, My Forever, My One And Only, End Game

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Nicola

For Him To Call You: Cuore mio (My Sweetheart), Amore Mio(My Love), Mio Caro (My Darling),Da Ora Fino A Sempre (rom now until forever),Amore Della Mia Vita(love of my life)

For You To Call Him: Sexy, Bae, Lover, Sexy Butt, Mookie, Pookie

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Orlok

For Him To Call You: Mama, Y/N, Goddess, Angel

For You To Call Him: Baby Boy, Nugget, Bean, Care Bear

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Gilbert

For Him To Call You: Signorina, Pudding, Peanut, Lil One

For You To Call Him: Lover, Charming, Pooh Bear

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Yang

For Him To Call You: Pet, Slave

For You To Call Him: Senpai, Daddy, Master, Beast, My Monster

#scenarios #x reader #Scenario Fanfics #sfw #pet names #otome #gaming #piofiore #yang #gilbert redford #nicola francesca #dante falzone #orlok #fem!reader

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Piofiore: Fated Memories Review

Preface: More detailed, character-specific posts are to follow (excluding the Finale and Henri routes), but here are my thoughts about the game over all.

Piofiore: Fated Memories is an Otomate game from Idea Factory, localized by Aksys Games for the Nintendo Switch.

Overall Score: 8/10. I really liked the game in general, romanticized mafia is super fun! I loved the mafia premise and the thrill of illicit activities, haha. The love interests and side characters were excellent, too. The voice acting is fabulous! Two of my favorite VAs voice love interests: Showtaro Morikubo as Gilbert Redford (also voices Souji Okita in Hakuoki and Impey Barbicane in Code Realize) and Ryohei Kimura as Nicola Francesca (voices Kageyuki Shiriashi from Collar x Malice). Even fell in love with the voice acting of a new guy--Nobuhiko Okamoto as Yang (also does a side character's voice in Collar x Malice).

What I was not expecting was the somewhat heavy emphasis on Christianity and religion. That makes it sound a little more intense than I mean, but considering I wasn't expecting it at all, well. It wasn't the way one might expect, but it was enough that it was completely out of left field when I was expecting, you know, mafia. Honestly, had I known it wasn't just straight mafia, I might not have bought the game, but it was easy enough for me to ignore most of the time. There were some very--I mean very--minor translation issues, mainly typos, but it was good overall.

Heroine: 6/10. To start with, my opinion of the Heroine varied depending on the route. She was my favorite in Gilbert's route, and I liked her enough in Yang's, but she was kind of pitiful in the other three (not including the Finale/Henri endings; admittedly, I didn't read the Finale). Frankly, I found myself annoyed at her most of the time. It's annoying when a character that's meant to represent the reader, as a general rule, does, says, and thinks things that I never would. She has decent points at least once in most of the routes, but especially in the beginning of each route, she's so naive it makes me want to throw up. There are in-game reasons for why this is, so I understand it, but I still dislike it.

By the end of each route, she comes to terms with the fact that she's fallen in love with an incredibly dangerous man and gets over the fact that she's inadvertently complicit in organized crime, but the road to this acceptance long and annoying. At the end of it all, she's still a bleeding heart. Not that I really thought that would change, but still. Progress.

I'm just bored to death of many otome MCs' main (and often only) strength being strength of will and/or character. Mental and emotional toughness are good, but could the MC also be useful and have more interesting qualities? Just once, I'd love to play a badass MC, who's a bit hardened, not a bleeding heart, and isn't shocked by the sight of blood... Yeesh...

Narrative: As it typical of these console games, the plot caries slightly from route to route, though there is an overarching plot. Without giving too much away, MC is Special™, and that comes out/is relevant in only 3/6 routes. All of the routes were well written, though I didn't find all of them that interesting. The overarching plot bored me to tears. I just wasn't into it. In a world of what I assumed was just your standard period mafia piece, there was a lot of weird mysticism and Christian mythology. There's not magic or anything like that, but there are sacred relics that can only be retrieved from their super secret locations with specific "ingredients," if you will. MC has one of those ingredients, and in a game where it really advertises the mafia (that's literal the entire pitch of the game, there's no mention of anything else on the game case), it feels very out of place.

I can tell they were trying to do something different with the mafia premise, and I commend the writers for that, but I think it fell a little flat. I found myself enjoying the routes where there was more of those organized crime attributes--smuggling, drug and arms dealing, counterfeiting, etc.--most, while the routes that heavily focused on MC's specialness were a slog to get through. Of course, this is my own personal opinion, so others may feel very differently. Despite that, I truly enjoyed the game and can't wait to play the sequel!

Love Interests: I adore these characters, period. They're all very unique and interesting, even if a few weren't my type. There are technically six love interests: Nicola Francesca, Dante Falzone, Yang, Gilbert Redford, Orlok, and Henri. Gilbert is locked until you completed Nicola, Yang, Dante, and Orlok's routes, and the Finale/Henri is locked until you complete Gil's. You don't get a feel for who Henri is at all until you play the Finale route, so I personally didn't care for him. I had no vested interest in him, so full disclosure, I mostly skipped his route...

The other characters were wonderfully varied, so I think there's a personality type to suit nearly everyone. I can honestly say that, although not all of them are for me, I can pick out a quality I like in all of them. Dante is the kuudere of the guys; Gilbert is gallant and chivalrous; Yang is selfish and craves violence (in the best way, though); Nicola is a flirt; and Orlok is the quiet, shy one. Henri is mysterious, though not in an interesting way for me, personally.

Game Mechanics: The "Status" page is difficult to understand, especially when you first start playing and have no idea what you're looking at. I had to look up how to interpret the status of the character. The more colorful the flower on the status page is, the higher the affection, and the clearer the page (in this case, how much blood spatter is visible) is related to the tolerance level. So, full-color flower and no blood spatters are very good.

I also don't love the Meanwhile side stories. While you're plaything through every story, periodically you'll get a pop-up that is sometimes automatic, sometimes optional, that takes you to a different perspective--something that's going on at the same time as the main story. I like the idea in theory, but it sometimes felt like they came at inopportune times and broke the story flow.

Music & Art Style: The music is jaunty and fun, very 1920s jazz, screams mafia, too. If that makes sense. If you decide to play it, you'll see what I mean. The art style is beautiful! It looks very similar to, if not outright the same as, Hakuoki: Tales of the Shinsengumi/Kyoto Winds/Edo Blossoms. Since that's the game that started my love affair with these types of games, I love that it looks so similar. The CGs are gorgeous and worth collecting all of them, so 100-percenting the game is worth it. Some of them get pretty hot, too, like aaahhhhh. So 10/10 on the art!

#Piofiore: Fated Memories #otome games #otomate #aksys games #idea factory #english otome #review #dating sims #romance #visual romance

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the-scythes-pen · 2 years

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General Otome Games Masterlist

Link: A dedicated writing blog for AAA otome games. (currently abandoned!)

ANGST

Saint Germain x Reader - L’Amour dans la Mort

Shiraishi x Reader - If Rain is What You Want

Tsukuyomi x Reader - The Beast’s Den

FLUFF

Shiraishi x Reader - A Warm Place

Shiraishi x Reader - A Quiet Christmas

NSFW

YANDERE

Nicola Francesca x Reader - Broken.

Saeki x Reader - Cirice

HEADCANONS

OTHER

Yang x Reader - A Birthday Letter

Yang x Reader - His Birthday

#otome games #reader insert #collar x malice #code realize #piofiore

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rainydayotomes · 2 years

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Headcanons for Nicola and his more depressive/independent S/O? the one who can comfortably approach him and they can exchange harsh, teasing words with one another with smiles on their faces and no hard feelings?

When the two of you get into one of your... exchanges, the very air around the two of you chills and needless to say.... everyone remains tense while listening to you

The words you share may occasionally seem laced with poison, but they never really are, and it's definitely just the two of you sharing words of an inside joke or something similar

Nicola loves teasing you, and you're always quick to remark right back

These exchanges never follow you to the bedroom or dates or anywhere else

They're their own thing, although sometimes the things the two of you tease eachother about do resurface in private, purely because its fun to tease the other about whatever it is

Only the two of you can feel the affection and fun-nature behind your words. However, anyone else who hears the two of you may think hell just froze over...

#otome games #reader insert #headcanons #nicola francesca #piofiore #nicola francesca x reader

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ijustreallylovezebras · 5 years

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Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY)

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie

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hellcatinnc · 4 months

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How the Men Of Piofiore Would Be On Being Dating Apps

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Tags: sfw, dating apps, hookups, booty calls, smart phone, dating profiles, fluff

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(I have yet to get into Henri's story but I will update this as soon as I do.)

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Dante Falzone

Nicola talks him into doing this in hopes Dante will find a good woman for him or hopefully at least a fling however he knows Dante isn't that kind of guy. He would be the one with a romantic outlook something like CapoNeedsLove, DFalzone or SadMafiaGuy and his profile would be centered around writing as much as he can about what his likes and dislikes are. If he is going to go through this then he is definitely goin to make sure there is a chance for him to find the love of his life. He would stay clear of apps like tinder for hookups and go more for the ones like christan singles. He is very upfront about being the boss of the Falzone's and that his family has watched over Burlone for centuries, he is proud of it in away. Sadly this sad boy as well would get hurt easily if he was cat fished, he would easily give up and delete his account.

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Nicola Francesco

This man is the king of dating apps especially hot or not, tinder, and bumblebee. He knows how to swipe so fast that he can have 7 dates lined up for every day of the week in less than 5 minutes. He is smooth and charming and gets all the girls attention with his suave profile. His profile really be in the end more towards his booty calls with some possible relationships but they will all be short lived.

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Yang

Oh he is straight to the point on his because he really can't be asked to mess with them. He will make it blunt and clear and then he will forget to check his messages because he would rather go to a bar grab any woman he wants and make her his for the night at least. He don't care about the idea of being in our day in time with dating apps just doesn't faze him.

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Gilbert Redford

When it comes to dating apps you would think with the charm and how charismatic he is he would would be perfect at this. However Gil is more about up-close person to person chats. Anyways his wink here and there and kissing your hand well that would go unnoticed if he had to try to prove he can be your prince charming, gentleman. He makes a profile eventually cause Oliver pressures him to but you will find he is more the speed dating type and may check his messages once a week on the app mainly cause Oliver bugs him too.

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Orlok

Oh he is still trying to figure out how to use the phone. He has a smart phone that was given to him and he can't get past the lock screen sometimes because its just too hard to figure out so he ends up getting mad at it one day and breaks the phone. He did eventually get his profile put up but thats only cause in the end someone showed him how to get to his page and set it up. However after forgetting how to run the app, get his phone unlocked and be able to use it he said the heck with it and tossed it.

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#x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #Scenario Fanfics #scenarios #otome #piofiore #orlok #yang #dante falzone #nicola francesca #gilbert redford #x !female reader #!female reader #sfw #fluff

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otomeluvr · 2 years

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HE'S A VAMPIRE.

FANDOM. piofiore no banshou INCLUDES. nicola francesca GENRE. mild angst to serious angst? my angst scale is broken, guys. it's au. canon divergent hella. WARNINGS. the bad and stupid imaginings of someone with a pedestrian knowledge of vampires; personal interp of characters; toxic lovers (duh it's piofiore); mentions of mortality, death, and coming back to life; mentions of illness; mentions of religion NOTES. happy october. i like vampires. i like piofiore. i think the two should mix. this is not proofread. if you want to see more of this sort of theme applied to other characters, just let me know! i officially have my copy of the piofiore sequel and am hoping for those creative juices to start flowing as i play! i sincerely apologize for the lapse in posts. i'm mostly preoccupied with work offline. as always, reader is gn. criticism and feeback welcome! MINORS DNI.

NICOLA FRANCESCA

it was unholy how feckless he was. nothing but a gutless, pusillanimous abomination. you observed how effortlessly he repudiated his own capacity for cowardice, weaving some grandiose mythos to obscure the truth; however, you were now quite wise to the fact that nicola francesca was simply pacifying his own sense of guilt.

when your lip curled from resentment, when you sharply recoiled from his gentle touch— his trembling lips composed pure poetry, quite literally immortalizing his gesture of love, forevermore reminding you that he couldn't endure eternity without you. nicola had salvaged your disease ridden body. as you laid on the threshold of death, he impaled two fangs into your jugular. the scant life force that had quivered in your waning vessel was now thrumming somewhere in him, and you were now a pair of living dead companions.

so now, to find nicola always on his knees, beseeching your forgiveness as if you were some deity— it was quite rich with irony. language limited your ability to demonstrate just how you loathed nicola for so selfishly thwarting fate. you had never achieved your peace, your rest. you had now outlived your loved ones. you were bound to nicola by marriage, and there would be no true death to part you. you were with nicola by principle and perhaps out of spite... certainly out of spite.

"this was all for you." your grip on his jaw was as unforgiving as your tone. his glacial tears doused your flesh. why couldn't he just let you go? why couldn't he just let you die? you knew that nicola was prone to turn a blind eye to his own craven nature, and disgust twisted in your gut as his tremoring lips parted. "'until death do us part.'" despite nicola's tearful expression, he seized your shoulders with indomitable force. he would never let you go. not now, not ever. even your seething, hateful touch was something he sought these days since you could only find the resolve to interact with him when you needed to place blame. "'in sickness and in health!'" you shouted. this existence was a punishment, nothing short of absolute torment. as you were doomed to infinite, unending time, you had come to reconcile your past of illness. the sickness that had ailed you was far more natural that how the two of you were living now. nicola had gone against your wishes. you were content with death, had made peace with its arrival long before him. "i vowed to love you for all of my days." nicola allowed the two of you to lapse into silence. his face was now steeled, sorrowful tears ghoulishly falling down a stoic face. never before had nicola ever spoken with such confidence in his decision. in fact, he had spent the better half of a century having you console him, assure him that you would not come to despise him. now that your resentment had reared its ugly head, nicola, too, slowly came to accept something: that this was all will of a husband loving his wife. "my days know no end, and neither will we."

#otome #otome game #piofiore #piofiore no banshou #piofiore fated memories #piofiore 1926 #piofiore episodio 1926 #nicola francesca #nicola francesca x reader #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #vampire au

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hellcatinnc · 4 months

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Quickies In The Pantry

Warning This includes: NSFW/SMUT (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: nsfw, mature themes, consensual, smut, quickies, fem! reader x nicola, nicola francesca, piofiore, threesome, leo, leo x fem! reader, leo x nicola x fem! reader, doggy style, oral sex, quickie, blow job, fast fuck, masturbation, rough sex, breeding, pining, begging

Word Count: 1,836

Prompt List Words Used: Quickies at the holiday party

Feature: Nicola x Leo x Fem! Reader

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It was coming on to the new year and it was festive at the Falzone home. Nicola was known to throw some of the best parties always in Dante's favor. This year was no exception the house was full of people they knew as well as others like yourself that were not known but invited by someone who did. There were guards everywhere there was no chance of possibly even getting near Nicola let alone Dante. You showed up in a nice dress red with sequins just curving around your waist and right above you knees. It showed enough cleavage you were sure to get some attention tonight however you had no idea how tonight was going to play out and how that little red dress was going to be a memory of what went down tonight.

You sauntered into the house everyone was dancing and drinking and you made your way over to the bar. You thought if you're going to have a good night mine as well starts with boos. You hold your alcohol pretty well, so after grabbing you one of your favorite drinks you walk around the party taking things in. Your eyes end up gazing upon Nicola and your interested is peaked. You see him dancing with some girl and you decide to make a inappropriate entrance to catch his eye. You finish your drink putting the glass on the table as you walk closer to them. As you walk towards him with the thought to pursue what you now desire. You reach out grabbing his hand and his attention as you pull him away from her and close to you.

You turn around pressing your round butt into his crotch. You grind into him and you can tell he enjoys it because his hands quickly find your hips and he grinds back against you. As you lean back against his chest he finds your neck with his lips, kissing them and his breath prominent against your skin. You softly moan like a cat in heat you have laid your claim, the other girl gets upset but Nicola brushes her off as you two continue to dance seductively. You knew you had his attention right you wanted however you didn't plan his reaction and him pushing against you to make you so horny and wet. You didn't factor in that he knows his way around a woman's body so well that it was almost like he was expecting this. He whispers in her ear "Lets go somewhere a bit more private..." The way he said it wasn't even a question it was dominant, bold, and full of lust but it was definitely a demand.

He took you by the hand and lead you to the pantry shutting the door behind you. He started kissing you again as he pushed you against the wall. He lifted your dress rubbing your wet mound through your panties. You heard the door open and you were shocked when you saw it was Leo who had came in the room after. You had seen Leo around many times he was cute but you didn't understand why he was there. You went to ask and found Nicola's finger touch your lips as to be quiet he was saying with out words. Before you knew it Nicola had pushed that dress up and bent you over as he smacked your ass. He pulled your panties to the side, pulled his dick out and waisted no time thrusting it into you.

With a loud moan escaping your lips you found he Leo positioning himself in front of you with his hard cock throbbing in front of you. You wanted some fun tonight you just not factored in that it could be a threesome that you got out of it. Leo slid his shaft into your mouth and expected you to take it all which you did. As he started thrusting fast not giving you much time to adjust to his size, you start to gag. He doesn't stop he keeps going. As you mouth is assaulted by his cock, Nicola is balls deep in your little cunt. He has your hair in his hands as he fucks you, filling you full of his meat. They are rough but the way you feel is electric, you want more. It doesn't last near long enough to make you come but they pound your throat and slit like you have never been pounded before.

They thrust a few times as you start to choke on Leo's thick white cream drizzling down your face because there was so much of it your mouth just couldn't hold it all. One more thrust and you feel Nicola wet your walls with his seed, spraying every inch of them leaving you so coated inside. They both pull out leaving you to fall to your knees with their juices on you and spilling out of you. They left you with quickies for jus the fun they needed before walking out the door back into the party. You felt used, and violated in a good way but oh so horny. They took what they want and left you wanting more, needing more. You wanted to release this pleasure that they had built inside of you but another quickie wouldn't help.

You laid back on the floor with Nicola's slippery cream still spilling out of your cavity you start rubbing your clit. His juices being a lubricant to your throbbing button. You moan as you pleasure your self closing your eyes reliving that moment as their cocks were both in you. Never had your body felt so on fire knowing two men had their way with you and left you as nothing but a passing memory full of their come. You felt like nothing but their slut, their very eager, very turned on, ravenous come slut. You slid to fingers in your twat sliding them harder and faster into you opening. Moaning as you slammed them over and over again. You wet your fingers with both juices mixed on your fingers, after you reach climax you lick the juices off your fingers and start again.

You have no idea why they turned you on like this but the very thought of being fucked at a party in a sound proof pantry while unloading their seed into you and then going back to the party like nothing happened. It turned you on knowing they owned your pussy like no other. These men made you work at touching yourself to get even a quarter of the pleasure they were giving you. You moan and squirm but you want them inside of you again so bad. You pine and crave them filling up your holes all night. The fantasy is real but so untouchable, so your pound your own little pussy with your fingers imagining them taking you like that all night filling every hole you got. You reach the height of your pleasure again and again and still need more. Its like they marked your body that no matter what you do unless they are taking control of you, then you will lack the fulfilling feeling you got when they were done inside of you. Your dress was drenched with all the juices that dripped out of you and your own. You caught your breath and felt was time to head home not fully satisfied.

No sooner than you came out the room you realized the party was over. You had stayed in there awhile after trying to reach the same pleasure as you did with them and could never achieve it. Was time to make your exist without being seen or smelled because you could still smell everyone's nectar in and on your body, let alone your own. As you made your way to the door Nicola saw you and there was still so much lust in his eyes, it was pure insatiable. You knew at that moment he wanted to own you again and you were dying to feel him like before. He grabbed your hand taking you to the nearest closet. He pushed you up against the wall, reached down spreading your legs as he could feel you hadn't even cleaned up since he filled you earlier. He has a smirk appear on his face as he started to unbutton his pants. You wanted him and you were hoping this time he would give you the chance to fulfill reaching that ecstasy point too cause you were going insane.

He grabbed your arms putting them over your shoulder holding with one hand as he pushes his cock into you. Wrapping your legs around him you want him so secure in your fuck hole its all you can think about is him violating and assaulting your wetness all night. He thrusts a few times setting your body on fire. You moan and scream as you mewl in his arms, he takes about 3 minutes and he fills you up again then starts to pull out. You beg him to please give you more. "Please, I will do anything...let me feel your pleasure too!" Your voice shaky but your desperate he has made you his own twice now to the point of you not thinking you will get any pleasure without him letting you finish. Nicola is sneaky though this time he kisses your lips pulls out completely, but then Leo walks back in the room. He really is getting a kick out of watching you squirm and beg for more cock.

Leo has his pants unbutton and ready to go in seconds, before all you got was to taste him, you wondered how he would feel in your wet heat. He starts kissing you hard and rushed as he shoves his shaft so deep in you it makes you gasp feeling him take you like that, having him push Nicola's seed deeper into your womb. The very thought of them breeding you made you so hot and ready to take them all night at the chance to fill your womb the way your pussy was being filled up. He slammed you a few thrusts you didn't think you would get the relief you wanted yet again until he hit your g-spot causing your body to shake as you womb just opened up to take all his seed as he spewed into you as you released on to him. You felt so full and so satisfied by his insemination into your lovely sex hole. Your juices and theirs running down your legs, although it was quickies at the holiday party they ended up leaving you full of come and fully satisfied, going into the new year completely exhausted. They left you after as you composed yourself pulling your dress down as you walked out the Falzone home and heading to your car to head home. It was a hot sexy, new years for you, but your so glad you came.

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rainydayotomes · 3 years

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Broken. (Nicola Francesca x Reader)

Note: This story takes place after the ending of Nicola's tragic ending. Please be warned. If you do not wish to read the tragic ending yourself, but would like to read this story...

Dante is killed by who Nicola thinks is the Lao-Shu. This drives him into despair, and he becomes scared to lose you as well. In the end, he ends up locking you away to keep you to himself. He doesn't even let you leave your room.

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Tentative steps echoed through a quiet hallway, entering the salon hesitantly.

It felt like everyone was holding their breath.

Giulia, Leo, and some other high ranking officers of the Falzones were gathered together for this... occasion.

To put it bluntly.... to the small "audience" Nicola had gathered for the both of you, you looked like nothing more then a doll.

Your hair was beautifully done up the way you usually had it, and you wore an obviously expensive, elegant dress. A beautiful sapphire necklace graced your chest- and your ears were accented with expensive diamonds earrings.

All gifts from your beloved.

Everything about you seemed to glitter and glow under the lights of the Falzone manor. Under the gaze of the family.

But... your eyes were dull. Lifeless.

Nicola held you close to him, his hand covering your own.

He gave a smile to his peers, who you hadn't seen in over a year.

"Thank you all for being here."

They hadn't had a choice. This was an order by the head of Falzone family.

Nicola turned to his beloved- you. His eyes loving gazed as your porcelain face, before he turned back to the small crowd.

"(Y/N) and I have decided to get married."

"Hey, congrats boss!"

"Good for you."

The crowd was uncharacteristically quiet with their congratulations. What should have been a riot was a instead a murmur of congrats and worry.

(.....)

(....Their smiles.... are fake.)

Your eyes finally showed signs of life as they drifted over to Nicola's. You could see a flicker of emotion in his jade coloured eyes before it disappeared as quickly as it came.

He must have been thinking the same thing.

It looked like Leo wanted to come up and hug you. Giulia couldn't hide the worry that was etched in her face.

Her hair.... seemed much more grey then you had last saw it.

(....Why are they so worried? Nicola will finally be happy.)

You repeated the words that were entrenched in your mind.

Nicola will be happy.

The crowd was too quiet for the situation. Normally the entire family would have gathered and been informed- and the entire manor would have erupted in celebration...

But now all there was... was worry. Silent whispers and quick, secret glances at eachother.

Nicola said nothing, and instead turned back to you and raised your hand to his lips.

His eyes met yours, the glimmer making your broken heart beat once more. You felt the gentleness of his kiss and the softness of his touch- you saw the now familiar glint of the engagement ring on your hand.

Giulia cleared her throat, and nervously spoke above the crowd.

"Why don't I make you two a celebratory dinner? I can deliver it to your room-"

"That won't be necessary." Nicola said with his usual smile. "I can take her dinner to her. There's no need for you to burden yourself for us."

His eyes crinkled from his smile. But you could tell there was annoyance in his gaze.

Giulia seemed to shrink back from his piercing aura. She was a strong woman- so for her to be like this...

"...Understood, Nicola. However, I would still like to do something for you. Please allow me to bake a cake for the both of you tonight..."

Nicola seemed to think about it for a moment, before nodding.

"Alright. I know (Y/N) will be happy. Won't you my love?" He asked as he turned to you.

Your voice was weak as you responded. Your eyes remained on his as you spoke.

"Yes Nicola. I would be very happy to have something so sweet from you."

Nicola's smile widened, and you could tell he was proud of you.

Nicola is happy.

"Well, shall we return you to your room?" He said, leading you away from the crowd by your hand.

"Yes Nicola. I'm beginning to feel weak again."

Leo's eyes cast downward at your words. Everyone knew this wasn't right, but... nobody had the power to stop it.

They were all afraid.

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"You were such an obedient girl. I'm proud of you."

You smiled at your lover as he laid you down on the plush, soft sheets of your bed.

"Thank you Nicola."

The blonde got on the bed beside you, laying down close to your form and pulling you into him.

"It's good for you to walk around a bit from time to time. But remember how quickly you grow weak from leaving your room. Remember to only leave with me by your side."

You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. He was always so warm.

"Of course, Nicola."

It was true- you felt weak during the rare occasions you were allowed to leave your room. You'd start to feel exhausted, sleepy, and your legs felt like they could give out at any moment.

At one point, you were sure Nicola was drugging you.

But as long as it made him happy...

You felt a pair of lips press against the top of your head.

"Sleep. I plan on keeping you up quite a bit tonight." He said with a wink.

Your heavy eyelids slowly closed, as you allowed yourself to fall into slumber with your lover at your side.

----------Sometime later....-------------

"(Y/N)~."

"Mmn..."

Your mind was pulled out of it's dreamless sleep, but everything still felt so hazy.

You heard a clink nearby, before you felt the bed shift under the weight of someone new. A strand of hair was brushed from your face as your eyes slowly fluttered open to meet a pair of bright blue orbs.

Everything was blurry for a moment, before the world came back into focus.

Before you stood Nicola, a beautiful smile on his elegant features. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, before he pulled away and stood up.

"Giulia made us a beautiful cake to celebrate our engagement. I brought you a piece."

Blinking, you pulled your weak and frail body up, realizing that you had been laid down when Nicola left you while you were asleep.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, your vision slowly being brought more into focus. Seeing you struggling to wake up, Nicola let out a small laugh before leaning back in and putting a hand on your thigh.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He said in a low, lust-filled voice. His lips made contact with the sensitive flesh on your neck, giving it a bit of a nibble before pulling away from you.

His smile was like a beautiful, glowing moon on a lonely, starless night.

"Mm... Good evening... Nicola..."

You stretched your arms far above your head, letting out a big yawn before turning to the bedside table your lover had placed the plate of cake onto.

Taking it into your hand, you admired the beautiful presentation of fluffy, white treat. The icing was perfectly spread across the back and top of the cake, with layers embedded between the cloud-like texture of the cake itself. It had clearly been cut and then dressed up by Giulia.

"I have some work to do, so I'll be back later. There's quite a bit of cake left, so let me know if you want more later, ok?"

His voice was sickly sweet. At one point, it made your stomach churn. But now...

You reached out with a hand and grabbed his. At the gesture, he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your fingertips.

"I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

(....She can't be without me. It's cute.)

"Yes Nicola..."

(She's so obedient. She only ever looks at me now. She only ever thinks of me. I know it hurt her once, but... now, she accepts it so willingly.)

He squeezed your hand, and used his other to pat the top of your head. And with that, he left the room, leaving you with the familiar sound of the lock turning and then... silence.

The deafening, lonely silence.

You looked down at the plate in your hands. The cake certainly was beautiful, and looked even more delicious.

Your fork sunk into the fluffy snack, but....

You frowned. There was something in it.

You turned the plate slightly to look at what your fork had hit. Whatever it was, it was soft, and left a small hole in the treat.

Your fingers reached in to pluck out a piece of paper, that was neatly and precisely scrunched up to take up as little room as it could.

Most of the cake was still in tack, despite this paper seeming to be larger then expected. You unfurled it, your eyes running over words that at first made no sense to you.

"(Y/N),

We're worried about you. We can arrange to help you escape. If you want help, leave the garnish on the plate.

Love,

Giulia."

......

Your eyes hovered over a bright pink sugar heart embedded in the top of cake. Did she mean this?

.....Why would you want to escape?

Nicola was happy. He gave you plenty of gifts, and made sure to give you everything you could ever need or want. Did Giulia think you were unhappy with him?

Your thoughts drifted into nothingness, and you were once again surrounded by the usual lonely silence of your bedroom.

You spoke to nobody. You looked at nobody. Nobody interacted in any way with you.

All you had... was Nicola.

You brought a small piece of cake up to your lips, and savoured the sweetness of it on your tongue.

------------Later that night....--------------

"Nicola..." You moaned, feeling him move agonizingly slow below you.

"Mm..."

He shut his eyes in pleasure, holding your hips to his as he slowly moved inside of you.

You leaned into him, resting your tired body against his as you laid your head on his shoulder.

With one hand, he embraced you, still holding you against him with the other. His thumb rubbed circles into his your hip.

He savoured your moans- the little twitches you had every so often. He savoured the warmth of your body, the tenderness of your skin. The thought that he was all you had.

And he indeed was all you needed.

His eyes opened slowly, before wandering over to a lone, empty plate left behind on the bedside table.

Among the few crumbs, laid a little pink heart made out of the finest sugar- perfectly untouched.

His hand parted from your hip as he reached over to take it between his fingers, wondering why you had left it behind.

"(Y/N), you didn't finish your dessert."

When you pulled back to look at him, he was holding the sugar heart on his tongue, taunting you in more ways then one.

"Oh... I forgot about it..."

Your lover bucked his hips suddenly, leaving you to let out a cry of pleasure.

"Naughty girl... I told you to finish everything you're given."

Your eyes glazed over at the memory. You knew what he wanted you to do, but something deep within you screamed.

This heart... was your last hope. A symbol of care and worry from the people you once called friends.

And here it was, between your captor's teeth, holding it out for you to take back.

Your eyes remained on your remaining piece of hope for a little longer then they should have- before you leaned in and pressed your lips against Nicola's. His tongue forced the sugar heart into your open mouth, and the mix of your saliva quickly erased any trace of the beautiful pink message of hope.

The kiss was deep and heated, his tongue scowering your mouth for any trace of the heart before he parted from you. A thin string of saliva bound the two of you together, forever linking you to your fate.

His hips, which he had only been moving slowly before, finally picked up their pace as he watched you throw your head back in pleasure. You could tell he was incredibly pleased with your performance.

Nicola was happy. And that's all that mattered.

He gave a sweet laugh, like that of an angel.

"You're so beautifully broken, (Y/N)- I'm so proud of you."

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rainydayotomes · 3 years

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How about Piofiore reacting to "rearrange my guts" meme? 👀👀 you can set it in a modern AU if you want!

Oh ho ho, you bet~! Coming right up~! ;) Takes place during 1925!

Dante

You had offered to bring Dante some cake, and entered his office to find him with his back to you as he was putting away some books

"Oh? Are you rearranging things today?" You asked as you placed his cake down on his desk. "How about my guts tonight?"

He didn't seem to notice you enter, because he stood tall with a jolt before turning to you at the sound of your voice

"(Y/N)...!" He averts his eyes with a deep crimson blush

You're about to say something even more lewd to see how much you can tease him before a certain someone pops up from behind Dante's desk, seemingly having agreed to help him sort through things

Nicola looks at you with a smirk

"Guess I'll head out then."

Nicola walks by Dante and pats his shoulder, at which Dante's blush darkens and he stiffens

"Get it." Nicola whispers to his cousin with a wink before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him

Dante seems to uh....

Well....

After you yourself recover from your stupor, you walk up to Dante, who still hasn't moved by the way- and wave your hand infront of his face

He stares off into space for another moment, before catching your wrist and bringing your hand to his lips

"I wish you'd be a bit more observant next time you... say... such things..." He takes a deep breath before continuing "But if you wanted such things, you only needed to ask..."

Nicola

Nicola stares at you with a shocked expression for a moment after you say the sacred words to him

But soon enough, a charming smile covers his face

"(Y/N)..." He says in a... warning tone

Uh oh

Suddenly he spins you around and pins you to his bed, his lips hovering on your neck

"Did you already forget about last night? Must I show you again what happens when you tease a man like me?" He asks with a chuckle

Yang

"....."

"............"

"........................."

He's literally just staring at you

He's got that look of concern/confusion on his face he gets sometimes

you know the one

^ That one

"I have no idea whether I should kill you where you stand or take you to my bed."

You seriously think he may be considering 'rearranging your guts' in some other way.... most likely with a blade. or two.

But instead he seems to have the faintest of smiles before walking away from the stupid look on your face

Orlok

you...

you said it to Orlok?!

ORLOK?!?!?!

OF ALL PEOPLE????

Oh you literally broke this poor boy

Oh my fucking god I think you killed him

Theres groceries all over the floor now

Guess you're eating floor food tonight

Hello??? Orlok??? Are you in there??? Knock knock were coming in

He suddenly starts sputtering and tripping over his words

He literally can't form a sentance let alone a proper thought

"I-I'm sorry (Y/N)...!!! B-But I can't do that...! I can't...!"

He's literally blushing so hard you think he might pass out

He's shaking, the poor boy!

"I-If that's really... uh... what you want... I-I... can... Try... B-But I'll be gentle! I... I can't hurt you..."

Gilbert

Gilbert gets this huge ass grin on his face

Like seriously he looks so proud of himself AND you

"Looks like I'm finally rubbing off on you, huh?"

He ruffles your hair

"Later, babygirl. I promise." He says with a wink

Or maybe a blink? Honestly the whole eyepatch thing makes it confusing sometimes

"Or, would you like to do it now....?"

This fucking little shit

The dining hall is starting to fill up with other people for lunch now

And he whispers that line in your ear

His voice was so damn taunting

You're tempted to challenge him and tell him to do it right then and there

But you're also somewhat worried he would actually do it

Henri

He looks at you with wide eyes for a moment, then softly laughs with a look of sadness on his face

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Of course I am."

He continues to look at you with a sad smile before his hand hesitantly, slowly reaches out for your cheek

His touch is so gentle, you feel that he could fade at a moment's notice

"I am a madman. Are you not afraid of me? Of what I could do to you?"

You look right at him, determination in your eyes. He sighs at your resolve

"You really shouldn't say such things to a man without meaning them..."

"But I did mean it."

Aaaannnnddd, there's now a massive blush dusting this innocent man's cheeks

He pulls his hand back and turns away from you

"You're... quite a temptress, you know?"

His self depricating, sad smile can be heard in his voice

You figure with his reaction now, it's only a matter of time before you'll have him in your bed....

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